Warlock Ch 295. Floating Battlefield [Part 6]
Damian glanced at her. "Let me check that."
Selena shook her head, biting her lip as she pried the cork off the bottle. "It's fine."
"That's a deep cut. You're losing more blood than you realize."
"I said it's fine." She took a deep breath and tipped a potion from her stash over the wound. The liquid hissed as it touched her skin, and she winced but didn't cry out. The wound began knitting itself closed, though the exhaustion remained in her eyes.
Damian crossed his arms. "You're stubborn."
"I'm a fae princess. Stubbornness comes with the territory." She sat back with a huff, her gaze flicking toward the swirling storm overhead. "How many do you think are left?"
Damian closed his eyes briefly, activating [Observation] to scan the surrounding mana signatures.
"…Twelve," he muttered after a moment. "No. Eleven now. One of them just got fried by his opponent's flame."
Selena grimaced. "Brutal."
